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Olympian Lord most high, who far and wide

Reignest, grudge not fulfilment of my prayer

Through all time! May this city’s folk abide

In safety! May the breeze of fortune fair

That breathes on Xenophon, blow constant ever!

The due procession singing home his crown

Accept thou, as from Pisa’s plain and river

He leads it onward to his native town.

For victor in the Contests Five is he

And in the foot-race: so hath he attained

Such glory multiplied of victory

As mortal never yet before hath gained.